Iris’s life unravels the night the monsters from the vampire lore she’s obsessed with descend upon her world—ancient, ravenous, and all too real. She loses the love of her life and the illusion that anything was ever safe. What follows is an existence drenched in blood, and death, and ruin.

Trapped in the decaying house she once imagined as a haven, Iris is kept alive for the pleasure and use of two vampires. She becomes their plaything, their prisoner. The rooms she once hoped to fill with warmth are now filled with bones. Skulls sit on shelves like trophies, but they are not silent. Each one carries a trace of memory, and if Iris listens closely, she can hear them.

They whisper that death will not bring the respite she craves, that the horror continues long after the body gives out.

Because in a house steeped in blood, the bones are loud.